Chapter 36

THIRTY-SIX

LENNOX

W hen your upbringing is steeped in a culture of crime and brutality, you quickly realize that any vulnerability becomes a weapon in the hands of others. It's not just a possibility; it's a certainty. I was taught from a young age to keep my emotions tightly locked away to cultivate a facade of stoicism and strength. Yet, in the presence of this woman, all semblance of control shattered like fragile glass.

When it came to Salem, my world turned upside down. She brought light to my darkest days, and I wanted to bottle it up and keep it for myself—well, myself and my brothers.

I guided her through the club until we reached a clean table nestled in the back corner. With a gentle yet firm hand, I urged her toward the table, the throb of the music pulsing through the air around us. Her presence was intoxicating, stirring something primal within me as I gripped her hips.

″Flip up your dress, and bend over the fucking table,″ I gritted out, unbuckling my belt. The leather made a swooshing sound as it snaked through the loop I needed to remind her who she belonged to this second, or I was going to lose my damn mind. ″Now, Salem.″

We stared at one another, and for a moment, I thought I might have to manhandle her into submission to appease the growing beast that was gnawing at my insides to be released. Yet, she only huffed, swearing under her breath, before facing the table and bending over.

Ever so slowly, I watched as she rolled up the silver mini dress. I was cursing up a storm at the sight of her so damn ready and at my complete mercy.

In a see-through black lace thong, it left little to the imagination. She was perfect.

Just what the hell was this woman doing to me?

″Now what?″ she asked, laying her cheek on the table and batting her eyes at me.

Her makeup was perfect, and I wanted to ruin it more than I wanted my next breath of air.

I watched her submit to me without another word. My perfect strong girl, bending herself to my will. My cock had been aching and pulsating all damn night as I watched her dance from my booth, and that made it much worse with how many fuckers were staring at what was mine.

It was more than clear to me that Salem needed a reminder of who owned her. I gripped her voluptuous ass, trailing a finger across it and enjoying the way her breath hitched. ″Were you anticipating this all night?″

Goosebumps broke across her arms, and I saw her biting her red-plump lip. ″ Yes .″

Why wasn't I even surprised?

I tsked, barely able to hold myself in check. I needed to relieve the tension that was pulling on every single muscle inside me. ″If I were to tear your thong and run my finger down your slit, would I find you dripping for me?″

My heart pounded faster and harder than the rhythm of the music as I waited for her answer.

″ Yes ,″ she whimpered while wiggling her perfect body.

That was all it took. I brought my hand down onto the round curve of her ass.

Salem yelped, bouncing forward at the unexpected, stinging blow that crackled loudly. Precum dripped from my thickened cockhead and stained my briefs as I pulled them down with my slacks, shrugging off my suit jacket and tie.

An idea rose as I pulled the tie off, grabbing her hands and tying them behind her at the wrist. Satisfied, I pushed my hand onto her back until she was flush against the table. I pressed my entire weight onto her, nipping the lobe of her ear before trailing to the side of her shoulder that was completely exposed.

When my hand finally reached down to tear the pretty thong from her body, I was reeling. ″You're so fucking wet, and all I did was spank you. You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Salem? Your pussy is leaking and practically desperate to be speared and filled. Do you need to be stuffed full of my cum before I take you home?″

″Lennox,″ she shakily called out, grinding and pushing back into my hand as if begging for more.

Pulling my hands away from her cunt, I spanked her again. And again.

Each slap to account for one of the other men who had been eyeing her like a dessert.

To account for each time she forgot who she belonged to.

She moaned like a little slut as I dipped my fingers inside her, gathering her arousal and smacking my hands down on her ass with it. I could have come from the sight of her just like that. Taking her punishments with her own arousal coating her ass. I slowly parted her wet folds once more and gathered her slickness before placing my fingers in front of her mouth.

″ Suck ,″ I commanded.

″Mm,″ she whimpered, and like a good girl, she did as I told her, just as I decided I had had enough playing around. Fire zipped down my spine as I lined up my cock toward her entrance, feeling how drenched she was for me.

I was sure I was going to combust from the pressure of all the desire and need that was bubbling inside me.

Her cheeks were rosy, and her blonde wig was sprawled all about as she looked at me with half-lidded eyes, suckling my two fingers weakly and lapping up her arousal. ″That's a good girl, taking your punishment so well. I suppose it's time for a reward then, hm?″

″Mm,″ she moaned, nodding meekly and docilely.

″I have to warn you, Salem,″ I began, my voice low and hoarse as I nipped her earlobe hard. ″I'm going to take you hard and fast because I need it. And because you want to please me like a good girl, you'll do exactly as I say, won't you?″

″Yes, Sir,″ she choked out around my fingers.

″You want it?″

″Mmhm,″ she mumbled, sucking my fingers in agreement and wiggling onto my bulbous cockhead that nestled just outside her tight entrance. I gripped the back of her neck, pressing her face into the table as I slammed home, burying my length all the way until my balls met her drenched sex.

My knees almost gave out when her tight pussy strangled my cock. She moaned loudly, whimpering and thrashing about at the long, languorous strokes I set.

″Christ,″ I grunted as her velvet sex tightened around me, my hips thrusting forward as if they had a mind of their own. I drove myself faster, deeper, harder into her.

″You wanted this, didn't you? Up there on that stage, teasing me. Taunting me. You wanted me to fucking rail you, didn't you?″

″Yes, yes, yes,″ she chanted, her hands fumbling blindly to hold onto the tabletop. ″Lennox, please .″

Slowly, like a madman possessed, I reached around, drawing her backward in an arch and holding onto her throat possessively.

Not enough to cut off her air, but enough for her to know that I was the one running the damn show.

That I owned her.

Not any of those fuckers out there.

Sweat dripped down onto her back, and the sound of our sex meeting wetly made my head spin as I thrust and pistoned into her tightness like a wild beast. I knew my drive was mean, aggressive, and frantic, but she was made for me, screaming for more with every thrust.

″Cock hungry, aren't you?″ I cooed, pounding into her even harder, making the table creak. ″Does it feel good, baby? Do you want more of my big fat cock?″

″Yes,″ she mewled, craning her head back to give me her undivided attention while forcing her legs to open wider so I could get even deeper inside of her. ″I want it… need it. I'm… I'm close, Lennox. Please, please make it hurt.″

Ah, she was going to be the damn death of me.

″Yeah, that's what I thought,″ I grunted, and unleashed all my primal lust and insanity into her, fastening my mouth over hers while my hard length slammed in and out of her cunt.

″Do you hear all those sounds your tight pussy is making for me, baby?″

″Lennox!″ she cried out just as I tightened my hold around her neck. Her pussy strangled my cock in turn.

My orgasm shredded through my entire being, pulling at my muscles and making me groan as I completely fell apart. I moved my hand to pull off her wig and gathered her natural midnight hair in my fist. I pulled her up with my firm grip and smashed my mouth onto hers, bruising her swollen lips as I emptied hot, heavy spurts into her. I felt every intense twitch of my pulsating length and balls.

I took a moment to catch my breath and slowly pulled out of her wetness. I untied her wrists, rubbing them lightly to assist with circulation as I helped her back up, laying one more kiss on her temple.

″You drive me utterly mad,″ I whispered. ″Just how do I put up with you?″

"Well, I like to keep things interesting. Can't have you getting bored now, can we?" she laughed, rolling down her dress.

With a gentle touch, I brushed my lips against her forehead. "I'd never be bored of you," I whispered, my voice a low murmur against the music. "Come on, let me take you home."

She nodded silently, allowing me to guide her to my car. The journey was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of our breathing and the soft hum of the car's engine.

I kept a hand on her knee the entire way home, the touch a silent reassurance of my presence. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes of the connection between us, the unspoken bond that bound us together.

As we arrived home, Salem made a move to head toward her room, but I couldn't let her go just yet. "No," I said firmly, my voice gravelly. "I'm not done with you yet."

With a gentle tug, I led her toward my room. There was a hunger in her eyes, a longing that mirrored my own.

We stepped into the darkness of my room, the world outside fading away. The tension between us crackled like electricity. There was something raw and primal about the way she looked at me, a silent plea for solace.

I wanted nothing more than to care for her, to show her what being mine entailed. With a gentle touch, I guided her toward the bathroom.

I ran the shower and pulled her dress up over her body. I made quick work of her bra and then kneeled on the cold, tiled floor. I looked up at her, staring into her dark eyes, and slowly pulled a heel from her foot before taking off the other.

Standing up, I stripped off, then I ushered her into the shower. The warm water cascaded over us as we stepped into the steam-filled enclosure. With tender hands, I washed away the remnants of the night, my touch lingering on her skin as I traced the curve of her spine and the contours of her body.

When I was satisfied with my efforts, we emerged from the shower, and I led Salem to the bedroom, the soft lamplight casting a warm golden hue across the room. I settled her onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind her back as she nestled into the soft blankets.

I sat behind her, my legs entwined with hers, and began to massage her shoulders, the tension melting away beneath my touch.

I reached for the remote, flicking on the TV, and handing it to Salem so she could scroll through streaming services and find us something to watch. We settled on a movie, the familiar soundtrack filling the room as we lost ourselves in the world unfolding on the screen.

But as the movie played on, I found myself more focused on Salem than the plot unfolding before us. There was something intoxicating about the way she looked in the soft lamplight, her dark hair cascading in waves down her back as she leaned against me, her body relaxed and pliant beneath my touch.

″This is nice,″ she whispered into the room, and I smiled in response. I loved taking care of what was mine.

I continued to massage her shoulders, my hands firm as I worked out the knots that had built up. With each stroke, I felt her relax further into my embrace, her breaths coming slow and steady as she surrendered to the pleasure of my touch.

As the movie drew to a close, I knew that tonight had been a turning point for us, a moment of connection and intimacy that had brought us closer together than ever before. In the quiet of my room, with Salem nestled in my arms, I knew that I had never been happier.